you’ll be there
drunk
and ready to end your life with one slit on a branch
letting the sap drain till there is no more but then one depressed friend later
you’ll be there
in your armor with all the weapons balanced in one hand and a cigarette in the other
and that is how you’ll know you are strong
Sometimes you have to dream of dying to really live
And every jilted lover
and every lover who jilted you
will be buried one day
so what is the point?
Sometimes we survive for the heck of it
Sometimes we survive just because the universe wants to see us suffer more
Sometimes we survive despite everything
No matter how much suffering this blood has to dilute
Someone somewhere trapped in tanks trapped in countries trapped in humanity
Has endured more than we can dream of
And if the screams of children vaporized on playgrounds don’t let me sleep
who is the one crazy here?